It's winter. And the voices won't go away.
Sometimes I wish the cold
Would blow their words away.
Maybe in time. I wonder.
That the bevel wouldn't make me crawl
And push in that sharp. To escape it all.

The feelings bliss. It wraps it's feelings
Around my lips. Like his passionate kiss
Before it made him leave.
I'm complete, when I can see the bone
Cause when my needles inside me.
I'm no longer alone.

The passing through the clouds
The warmth of the sunlight against my veins
Yesterday I was in prison.
My needle, it's helped me escape.
When the world paints you as a disasterpiece
It's the voice in your ear
That tells you it's your life
...and i'll always be here'

So now when I fall. With a thud onto the ground
And stare into the container
Where the heroin is no longer found
I wrap my arms around my legs
Make myself a rocking chair.
Because my heart just won't beat again
Until,
it's lifeblood is there.